For more information on Hyperjump's past, read The only one he ever loved by Dragonsketcher. It'll explain a lot. :D
Chapter 5: Skystorm's POV
I watched Hyperjump anxiously. His optics had shuttered again at the mention of Bumblebee, and I wondered if I'd said something wrong.
"Bee won't hurt you," I tried to reassure him. "I promise."
His optics fluttered open. "No…not him…"
I shook my head. "I couldn't get anyone else. The Twins and Blue are off base, and you really don't want to see my creators right now. It'll be okay."
He sighed a little. "…Don't…understand."
"Okay," I told him quietly, not wanting him to get too upset. "Okay. It'll be alright. Trust me." Did I just ask a Decepticon to trust me? But then, he really didn't have any other choice if he wanted to live. Energon poisoning moves fast; his friends would never reach him in time.
Speaking of time, where was Bumblebee? I opened the comm line again. ::Bee, where are you? Hurry it up!::
::I'm coming already! It took a while to get Red to let me out of base. Be there in five.::
::Can't you make it two?:: Hyperjump's optics had closed again, and his ventilations were shallow. ::He's getting worse!::
::Alright, don't flip a gasket.:: Bumblebee shut the comm line pointedly, and I sighed. "Brothers. Do you have any? Hyperjump?"
He didn't respond at all. I shook him gently. "Hyperjump! Wake up. You can sleep at base."
"…huh?" His red optics flicked briefly. "…ten minutes…"
"No, stay awake! I asked you a question!" I tapped his cheek lightly. "Do you have any siblings?"
He blinked and tried to focus on me. "…uh…no. Just my dad."
"Just your dad." I had to keep him talking… "So who's your dad?"
He just shook his head. I tried a different question. "Do you have friends back at your base?"
No response. I studied him for a moment. Do you have any real friends, Hyperjump? Are the 'Cons like us, with friends and family? Do you pull pranks, upset your medic, make your leader laugh? Does your father tell you he loves you before you leave on a mission? All questions I wanted to ask. No questions he would answer.
My brother's familiar yellow Camaro alt-mode pulled into the clearing and skidded to a stop. Bumblebee transformed and looked at Hyperjump. "Storm…are you sure you want to help him?"
I stared up at him, willing him to understand. "He's got energon poisoning, Bee…if we leave him, he'll die! I don't want that on my processor. Please?"
"Okay." Bumblebee sighed. "I never could argue with you, but when Prowl flips out, don't blame me. Come on, help me pick him up; we'll have to carry him together and somehow get back to base without being spotted."
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